Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2020 08:03:53 +0100
From: namab mass <namabmas@gmail.com>
Subject: Toilet Fetish Twink Chapter 1

This is a story involving scat play between adult males.  All characters
are eighteen years old or over.  If this isn't your sort of thing or it is
illegal for you to view it wherever you are, please leave now. This story
is entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to actual individuals is
coincidental.

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Toilet Fetish Twink


Chapter One


I first noticed the lad when someone posted one of his pictures to a fetish
website.  It was a selfie of him sitting on the toilet, holding the phone
out in front of him.  He was as cute as you like; a slim twinky young lad
with a cute oval face, deep green eyes and spiky, dirty-blonde hair.  He
had his T-shirt and hoodie hitched up a bit, showing off the lower part of
his flat, smooth tummy, and below his legs were long and slim and hairy.
He was covering his tackle with his other hand, but he wasn't doing it very
well: wiry dark pubes peeked out around his fingers, and you could still
see the rounded end of his cock hanging down.  I love the sight of a lad on
the toilet, and he looked so hot sitting there with his pants round his
ankles, grinning cheekily at the camera as he took a shit.

Whoever had uploaded the photo had added a link to the lad's Instagram
account, and I got hard straight away as I looked at it.  The very first
photo that came up was another toilet selfie, captioned 'hangover poo,'
with him sitting naked on the toilet, looking at the camera through bleary
eyes, his hair all tousled.  In another he was sitting in a public toilet
cubicle wrinkling his nose up cutely, and the caption said, 'my shit
smells.'  I scrolled down a bit further, and saw that he'd posted a few
photos of his shit in the toilet.  He did big, manly dumps.  His logs were
long and cracked and a beautiful, sort of sandy, mid-brown, floating in the
bowl amid smaller lumps, sometimes with a load of softer turds piled up on
top.  There was a naked picture as well, taken in the mirror as he faced
away from it.  He was tall and smooth and lithe; a gym lad's body with
heavy, well-defined pecs, and the most beautiful peachy bottom.  His cheeks
were pale and rounded, and I fantasised about running my tongue over them
as I sat there wanking.  Then I saw he had a couple of short videos.  One
was just of his pretty face, looking coolly into the camera against the
background of a tiled wall.  His expression stiffened a bit, and he set his
mouth more firmly as he strained.  I could just hear as his arse started to
squelch and crackle softly.

'Plop! ... Plomp ... Plop-plop!'

He grinned cutely and wrinkled his nose up just as the video cut off.  The
other one showed his face again, but then turned quickly down and
backwards, past his pert body to where his slim white cheeks were planted
on the seat.  The camera was very shaky, but when he leaned forward I could
just see down into the toilet, and the long brown log that extended down
from his arse.  His plops were very loud, and when he was finished he stood
up and held the camera down on his chunky, curled shit.  Horny and wanking
I scrolled back up to the top of the page, and noticed that he lived in the
same city as me.  I couldn't resist logging in and sending him a message. I
didn't expect to get a reply: just because he seemed to get some sort of
buzz out of posting pictures of himself shitting on Instagram that didn't
mean he'd want to chat with an older guy who found them a turn-on.  He
might have been straight, for a start.  But then he did reply, and we got
chatting.

His name was Nick, and at nineteen years old he was permanently horny.  He
was bi, and he liked fucking gay lads as much as he liked fucking girls.
He was a real exhibitionist too.  Doing private things in public places
where he might be caught turned him on massively.  He liked wanking and
shagging in daring places, and he sometimes liked to film himself as well.
He sent me a link to his profile on an amateur porn website, where in his
videos he showed off his toned young body then lay down and had a wank
right in front of the camera. His body was slim but his cock was long and
thick and meaty when it was hard, and he milked it steadily until he was
breathing hard.  He speeded up, and then his pretty face contorted and he
gasped and yelped and shot a huge load of spunk all over his six pack and
pecs.  He'd filmed himself having sex as well.  The camera was down behind
him so you couldn't see any faces, but he showed off his gorgeous pale arse
pistoning up and down as he fucked some blonde girl, until she dug her
fingers into his back and howled as she came.  A pause and the sound of
kissing and then his slim hips started to move again, and the girl began to
gasp and cry out, and then she screamed as she came again.  He made her cum
three times and shot inside her on the third, and then as she was still
gasping and squealing he turned to the camera and winked.  There was one of
him fucking a gay lad too; just filmed on his mobile phone in his hand,
shaking violently as they grunted and writhed, then panning down to show
his cock going in and out of the lad's arse.  Most of his videos were him
wanking in the open air, though, and another one in his bedroom where he
craned his head forward as he came and shot into his mouth and all over his
face.  A horny young twink is such a turn-on, especially one as daring and
kinky as Nick.

He'd always liked the sensation of having a shit, like everyone does, and
by the time he was fifteen or so he'd realised it turned him on as well.
He liked doing it in public toilets, especially where there were a lot of
people around to hear him dropping his load, and sometimes he left the door
unlocked so someone might walk in on him.  He'd had to go straight home for
a wank after some fit lad had walked in on him in the toilets at his gym,
just as a big log was coming out of his arse.  Recently he'd started doing
it outside as well.  He used to take his family's dog for a walk in the
countryside to give him an excuse to go and squat behind a hedge, and a
couple of times he'd needed to shit on the way home from nights out, so
he'd gone and done it in an alleyway.  The thought of being spied on whilst
he was on the toilet fascinated him – most guys would be horrified, but
he'd find it a turn-on – and he fantasised about meeting a guy who'd
watch him shit.  He remarked once that all his kinky fantasies were about
guys, and with women he was quite vanilla.  In the end he'd settle down and
get married.  But in the meantime sex with other men was something exciting
and naughty, and involving his horniest, most taboo fetish made it even
better.

He'd been amazed to get my message, he admitted.  He hadn't got as far as
exploring the gay scat websites, and he hadn't seriously thought he might
encounter someone who found hot young guys shitting horny and wanted to see
him do it for real.  Now he was rock hard as he sat at his computer,
wanking as we traded fantasies and cumming over the thought of what we
might do together!


* * * * *


A couple of days later I was working at home when he messaged me.

Hey.  Are you in?  I'm horny and starting to need a shit!

He lived on the other side of town but he could drive, so he borrowed his
mum's car and came straight over.  As I got everything ready I felt almost
sick with apprehension.  I'd had a couple of scat experiences in the past
– pretty mild ones – but it still felt like a big deal; and of course
I'd never met him, and even though we'd been messaging each other for long
enough for me to trust him there was still a nagging doubt at the back of
my mind.  I hid the kitchen knife block in a cupboard and put my wallet out
of sight, telling myself as I did so not to be silly, but equally that it
was better to be safe than sorry.  A few minutes later he texted again, and
my heart was in my mouth as I walked up the street to where we'd agreed to
meet.

He was standing by his car, looking a little bit furtive as he looked up
and down the street.  He was so cute in the flesh, though, I noticed as I
took in his slim form and pert arse.  Then he saw me, hesitated for a
moment, and smiled.  He held his hand out as I walked up to him.

'Hi,' he said slightly awkwardly, looking me up and down.  He had a
pleasant, well-spoken sort of voice, with a Home Counties accent.  'Are you
Mark?  I'm Nick.'

'Hi, yes, that's me.  So ... do you want to go and get a coffee or
something, or go straight to mine?'

'Erm...'  He thought for a moment.  'Can we go back to yours?  I need the
toilet!'

'Mm, good.  Anyhow, my place is up here, just a minute or two.'

He looked me up and down again, then smiled, and we set off up the street.
I noticed he was looking a bit nervous, and I certainly was, but I was
fizzing with anticipation too.  I couldn't quite believe that this cute lad
was about to put one of my kinkiest fantasies into practice.  The prospect
was awesome!  Looking him up and down I noticed he had a bulge in the front
of his tracksuit pants, as if he was nursing a semi.  Then we got to my
front door.  He looked around him warily again, as if he was making up his
mind whether to trust me, but when I opened the door he came in willingly
enough.

'So ... do you want a drink, or something?' I asked.

'Er ...  no, best not,' he said, and grinned ruefully.  'I really do need a
shit!  I haven't been since yesterday morning, and sometimes I go two or
three times a day.  I had a really big dinner last night too, lots of
carbs, and that always gives me a big shit the next day.'

'Nice!  So ... how d'you wanna do it, then?  Just want me to watch you on
the toilet, or do you wanna squat for me?'

'I'll squat if you wanna see it come out.  Do you wanna kneel down behind
me and wank?'

'Yes, I'd love to!  You gonna wank too?'

'Yes!'  He laughed sharply.  'I'm so horny!  It's so good that you're gonna
watch me.  I've always wanted someone to watch and wank while I take a shit
but you can't find guys who'll do it.'

'I know.  There can't be many of us into this!'

'No, there really aren't.  I did once try and talk a guy I'd been shagging
into it...'

'I bet he ran a mile, didn't he?!'

'Pretty much, yes.  He said it was disgusting, and I never saw him again.
You're sure you're okay with it, aren't you?'

'Yes, I am,' I assured him.  'I have watched a couple of guys in the past
too, like I said when we were chatting.'

'Oh yeah, I remember now.  So you ain't gonna be freaked out by it, or hate
the smell, or anything.'

'No.  Well, not unless you absolutely stink!  Do you?'

'Er ... no, no I'm not that smelly.  Not usually anyway!  You're gonna find
out soon enough though, cos I really need to go.  Can we...?'

Everything felt unreal as I led him through to the bathroom.  My heart was
racing and my mouth felt dry, and the floor felt soft under my feet.  I
fixed my eyes on his peachy bottom as he walked, still not quite believing
what he was about to do for me.  In the bathroom he turned to me and smiled
sexily.

'Go on, get naked,' he said.  His voice was all low and husky and sexy.  'I
wanna see you wanking while I shit.'

'Yeah, I'm going to!  Had an idea, though.  Why don't you sit backwards on
the toilet?  That way if you piss it'll just go in there, and I'll get a
better view than if you squat.'

His eyes lit up and he nodded, and pawed at his dick through his pants as
he watched me strip.  He raised one eyebrow as I pulled down my jeans and
my erection sprang out.  Then his fingers went to his waistband, and he too
pulled his pants down.  His cock was beautiful, thrusting out from a forest
of dark pubes.  He stood and stroked it rhythmically for a moment, and then
as I knelt down in front of him he grinned cutely one more time, turned
away from me and straddled the toilet, and then slowly lowered himself
down.  His top rode up his lower back and showed his arse off properly.
His cheeks were smooth and pale and lickable, with just a little fringe of
hair in his crack as it opened to show off his darkish pink, wrinkled
little bumhole.  He shuffled himself into position, arse hanging over the
plastic bag I hastily put down in front of the toilet, twisted round to
look at me and gave that awesomely sexy little grin of his again.

'You ready?' he breathed.  'I really need to let it go now!'

'Yeah!  Go on, do your big shit for me...'

He looked away again and sat stock still for a moment, as if he was
psyching himself up.  Then he grunted and sighed softly, his bottom seemed
to fill out a little as he relaxed, and his hole puckered out a little with
a soft gassy hiss, and then another.  The aroma hit me at once.  I love the
smell of a hot young guy's shit, and Nick's was gorgeous!  There was no
rankness to it: instead it was light and fresh and inviting; a healthy
young man's smell.  It grew a little stronger as he let out another squeaky
little fart.  My cock was bobbing up and down without my even touching it,
and my eyes fixed on his hole as he grunted softly, and it began to pucker
out further.  Then I saw his shit.  The rounded tip of his turd peeped out
from his flaring hole, then came out further as he gave another grunt and
opened up wider.  It was that same darkish sandy brown as I'd seen in his
photos, all solid and dense and glistening with slime on its surface.  It
paused for a moment, sticking out of him like a brown buttplug.  Then he
grunted and strained a little and it slid steadily out.  His hole rippled,
squeezed and stretched around its lumps and cracks, making that deliciously
filthy, slimy crackle as a long brown column extended down from him.  The
smell grew a little stronger and even more exciting.  Then his turd snapped
and four or five glistening inches thudded onto the floor, and as it did so
the jagged broken end extended down from him as he grew another brown tail.
He had a tight little arsehole and his turds weren't that thick, but they
were very long and dense, and absolutely beautiful.  Another hefty log
dropped and bent over the first, and a third one grew from him, growing
thinner as it started to taper off.  Suddenly he pinched his hole shut and
it dropped heavily and curled across the top of his pile.

'Uh,' he grunted.  'Oh I needed that.'

'Mmm!  Yeah, looks like it.  Big shit!'

'Do you like it?'  He twisted round again and looked at me, wanking and
sniffing behind him.  'Like watching me shit?'

'Oh yes!  Your shit's beautiful, and ... mmm, it smells really good!  Have
you finished?'

'No.  Still got loads.  Fuck, this is so horny.  I'm so hard ... can't
piss.'

I looked him up and down as he sat there.  He looked so hot and so naughty
sitting over his shit, his hefty brown logs piled up and twisted around one
another on the floor, with one broken end jutting out obscenely towards me.
Above it all his tight little hole, now fringed with a little brown
residue, puckered out and clenched up a couple of times.  His smell hung
heavily in the room, not all that strong but sultry and warm and amazingly
erotic.  My cock was still bobbing up and down of its own accord, so hard
that it was actually painful.  Then he pushed his hole open again, grunted
softly, and curled out another turd.  It slid out of him like a brown rope,
breaking and dropping, curling back towards me so its jagged broken end
pointed straight at my face, then dropping again.  Three or four long curls
fell onto his big brown pile.  Then he paused, grunted, and strained out a
little nugget or two.  He grunted contentedly.

'Uh ... uh, I'm done.  So ... wanna wipe my bum for me, like you said?'

I edged and dribbled cum onto the floor as he reached back, holding out a
toilet roll.  My hands were shaking as I tore off a few sheets, knelt up
and reached forward until I was touching his hole.  He pushed it out again
and gave a little sigh as I drew the paper across it, so that it came away
with a big brown stain.  I folded it and did it again.

'Ooh!' he breathed.  'Ooh, that feels really nice!'

No-one but him had ever played with his arse, he'd once said.  He loved
fingering and fucking other guys' arses, but he'd never let them do it to
him.  This was different, though: having his arse wiped for him right after
he'd had a shit felt intimate and sexy, and he sighed and grunted and got
me to rub harder when he was nearly clean.  No sooner had I dropped the
last bit of crumpled paper onto the bag than he stood up and spun round,
and sat back down on the toilet seat, dick in hand, looking down at me and
what he'd done.

'Go on...' he whispered.  'Wank over it.  Wanna see you cum all over my
shit!'

I was edging already, and almost as soon as I started to wank I felt myself
cumming.  I couldn't stop myself, and within seconds I was moaning and
dribbling pre-cum onto the floor.  As my vision blurred and the orgasm rose
inside me he wanked harder too, and we shot at the same time.  I came all
over his big manly dump, and then he leaned forward sharply and spunked all
over me.

'That was so horny!' he smiled a bit later, as he put his coat on and got
ready to drive home.  'You up for doing it again?'

'Of course!  And we could do other things too, couldn't we?  You like
shitting outside, don't you, and I'd love to watch.'

'Ooh, yes!  Or you could spy on me in a public toilet, or whatever we wanna
do!'

At the front door he turned around and grinned cutely one more time, and
held out his hand.

'Let's meet up again,' he smiled.  'And let's make it soon!'




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